BlazinChen: I was bored so I decided to just make another chapter. Aren't I awesome? If I make future stories then you're lucky, since I'm bored almost every minute of my life, so that means faster updates. Yay!

I'm not sure if this will be the last chapter, but as my fingers will flow across the keyboard, we'll have to see at the end of this chapter, ne?

So, yeah, hope you're not disappointed of this chapter if you weren't already at the first one.

I also wanted to thank Addctd2Sephiroth for making me bored of waiting for an update on one of her stories and, out of boredness, made me get to work on my first story ^-^

Chapter 2: Is This It?

After Tamaki and Haruhi exchanged their goodbyes, they both went their separate ways to rest at their houses. Now, Haruhi was studying for an upcoming exam, though her thoughts kept drifting to the events that happened not too long ago at Ouran.

When Tamaki-senpai told me what the meaning of je t'aime was, he took a long time to say it. I wonder why? Does his throat hurt? Ugh, don't tell me that rich baka got himself sick! Haruhi sighed, closing her book and rolling on her back, staring at the ceiling to let her thoughts drift off, which was unusual of her.

Just then, the buzzing of a phone sounded, interrupting her unscrambled thoughts. Lifting herself off the bed, she went to grab the phone and answered, "Hello? Who's this?"

"A-Ah! Haruhi!" a voice exclaimed on the other end of the line. "Are you almost ready?"

"Tamaki-senpai! Wait, where the hell did you get my number? And am I almost ready for what?" Haruhi was beyond confused right now.

"I-I asked Kyouya for your number so I could find out if you were ready to go." What the heck? How would Kyouya know my phone number? Otou-san… Haruhi thought, slightly pissed. Wait a minute. "Ready for what?" she asked once again, impatient.

"Ready for wh-" he paused, "Haruhi, we're going to this restaurant I found!" he stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I thought we discussed this earlier?" Is she okay? he asked himself, worried.

"What? Yeah, we discussed it, but I didn't agree to going with you! Are you insane! You can't just go making plans for someone else without their consent! I'm not even ready! I don't have any clothes for a fancy restaurant!" she shrieked, angry as hell now.

"I-I'm not taking you to a big, fancy restaurant, Haruhi," he squealed. "I figured you didn't feel comfortable eating at those kinds of restaurants so I decided to take you to a commoner one!" he exclaimed, excited to eat at a commoner restaurant for the first time. With his Haruhi nonetheless!

Haruhi relaxed a bit, touched that he knew her so well.

"I made the reservations already, but we still have time to go to a store and buy you a cute dress!" he exclaimed, already imagining his Haruhi in a beautiful pink polka-dot halter dress. When she started speaking again, Tamaki had to wipe the drool that was forming around his lips.

"I-I don't have any money…" she said.

"Please, relax, princess! I told you I would spoil you like a daddy would tonight, right? Now, I know I'm not your Otou-san, but I still really care for you deeply, so please let me do this for you?" Tamaki said, his voice pleading.

Haruhi could almost see his puppy dog face on the other end of the line, and she gave up. "Fine," she huffed.

"Yippee! I get to spoil my Haruhi tonight! Aren't you excited, princess! I'll let you buy a bunch of pink frilly dresses, just for you! We can also buy cute pink high-heels and an eye-catching purse to complement it! We can sit next to each other in a booth, and I'll let you order anything you want on the menu. Anything! We can also share a big banana split ice cream and feed each other as we look into one another's eyes! It'll be perfect! Like a date!" he squealed, happiness overflowing in him as he indulged in his fantasies.

Haruhi, on the other hand, had to keep from hanging up the phone throughout his big speech, and before she could yell out, 'SHUT UP!', a particular sentence he had said caught her attention.

L-Like a date? What the hell does that mean? she thought, exasperated. Though, she was too exhausted to care(A/N: WTF?). So, she finally yelled a "Shut up!" into the electronic device.

Snapping out of his reverie, Tamaki smiled at his phone. "I'll pick you up in about 6 minutes, Haruhi! Bye!" he said, before hanging up.

What the… 6 minutes? What the hell! Why so soon! Goddamnit, Tamaki-senpai! I didn't even have time to respond before you hung up! What's up with that? What an idiot! Haruhi mentally screamed and started to get dressed at lightning speed.

She decided to go with a simple black shirt and cargo pants since she was going to change into a dress later on anyway. She then heard the doorbell ring. She grabbed her things and opened the door, seeing Tamaki standing there, grinning like an idiot with a… a rose?

"Um, what is this for, Tamaki-senpai?" she said, gesturing to the rose.

"For you, princess! Isn't it obvious?" he said, handing her the rose with a blinding smile.

It was then that Haruhi noticed her senpai's set of attire. It was a handsome black tux, with a violet tie, and dark pants accompanied by black dress shoes, like the ones they wore at Ouran.

"Um, Tamaki-senpai? I thought we were going to a simple 'commoner' restaurant. Why are you wearing…" she gestured to his clothes, "that?"

Tamaki was still grinning. "This is a very special occasion, Haruhi! I want to look my best!" he said, looking as though he could take on any challenge life gave him.

Haruhi muttered a 'stupid rich people' before walking past him out the door to see…

"A LIMOUSINE?" she screamed.

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It took a while for Tamaki to persuade Haruhi to get into the limo, but he finally managed to calm her down and set her into the car, much to Haruhi's disdain.

Whew, that took awhile. Imagine what she'll do when she sees what I bought her. He thought nervously, clutching the black box in his pocket.

Not too long after, they had reached a French dress shop called 'Le Couturiere'. Haruhi's eyes widened at all the beautiful dresses and gowns in the little shop. They were amazing! Her eyes locked on to one particular dress and looked at the price tag. What the hell! This is 208,000 yen! Is this a joke?

There was a beautiful woman with a smile on her face at the counter. The moment she looked at the female brunette teen walking into the shop, she could tell it was a girl for some reason, her face broke into a sinister grin as she dashed off to find a dress that would make the girl's blonde male companion go into complete shock and awe.

"That's weird," Haruhi commented, "where's the cashier?"

"I'm not sure, actually. I guess we could look for dresses ourselves!" he squealed with joy.

"Um, I think you should just leave me to do the dress picking." Haruhi said, crushing his dream into smithereens.

"H-Haruhi!" he whined, pleading.

"No."

"Yes!"

"No."

"I won't take no for an answer, princess!"

"I said no."

"I'm the one paying for the dress!" Tamaki didn't want to resort to that, but he had no other choice.

"Ugh! Fine!" she said, crossing her arms. "You can help."

"Woohoo! I get to help pick out a dress for my beloved Haruhi! Yippee!" he yipped, prancing around the store like an idiot. He is an idiot, Haruhi told herself, more certain than ever.

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Time seemed to go on forever while they were trying to choose a dress. While Haruhi was gaping at all the unreasonable prices of the dresses in the store, it seemed that Tamaki had to do most of the work, seeing as how he chose almost every dress in the store.

"Haruhiii~!" Tamaki called in a sing-song voice, approaching her. "Here!" he said as the threw the bunch of dresses into her arms. "Off to the changing rooms we go~!" he said excitedly, skipping towards the rooms.

Haruhi stumbled a bit as the dresses were shoved into her arms. She grumbled as she followed him, unwillingly, to the changing rooms.

Tamaki grinned as Haruhi approached, opening the door to the changing room like a fine gentleman. "Off you go, princess," he smiled, bowing.

Haruhi blushed. What is he doing? she thought. Looking around the shop for a quick second, making sure no one had witnessed the scene, she rushed into the changing room and locked the door behind her, breathing heavily because of her wildly beating heart.

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Haruhi sighed, exhausted. They could just not seem to find a dress!

Some dresses were too girly, Haruhi would say.

Some dresses were too long, Haruhi would say.

Some dresses were too short, Tamaki would say. (He didn't want any perverts staring at his beloved Haruhi.)

Some dresses were too frilly, Haruhi would say.

Some dresses made Tamaki get major nosebleeds, while some dresses would make him speechless.

Some dresses made Tamaki feel like he was a pervert, while some dresses made Tamaki feel like he wanted to prance around the store screaming 'Kawaii~! Kawaii~!'.

Yet none of the dresses seemed like they were the one.

The dinner was supposed to start at 7:15, and it was 6:45 at the moment. When Haruhi thought that all hope was lost, a voice, that was certainly not Tamaki's, rang out to their ears.

"May I help you?"

Haruhi looked at the black-haired beauty that was watching them with a look of amusement on her face. She was holding something behind her back, Haruhi noticed. The woman was most likely the cashier.

Tamaki smiled one of his most charming smiles that he used when entertaining guests in the Host Club, replying with a "Yes."

The smile didn't seem to affect the woman, though, as she quickly grabbed Haruhi by the hand and into the changing room.

After Haruhi had gotten over the shock of being forced into the changing room, she stared in awe at the dress the lady was holding out to her. The woman soon grinned and left the changing room.

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Though Tamaki had just witnessed a scene in which a lady dragged his beloved into a changing room, he let it go, trusting the woman to get the right dress for Haruhi. What he saw when the brunette stepped out of the changing room, however, wasn't anything he could of imagined.

It was a light, silky georgette dress that went down to knee-length, blue with white polka dots. It left her shoulders bare, showing off the definition of her clavicle. Clutched at her side was an exquisite blue handbag.

As Tamaki sat there, gaping, Haruhi sighed in annoyance. "This looks awful, doesn't it?" she asked.

The black-haired beauty shook her head in disbelief, replying to the brunette before the blonde could. "The exact opposite, hun! That dress is perfect!"

"Um, really? I don't…" her voice drifted off, unsure.

It was Tamaki's turn to say something now. He smiled a genuine smile as he walked up to her and caressed her cheek. "Really, princess. You look absolutely beautiful. Like a flower that's about to bloom," he said, meaning every single word.

Haruhi blushed and looked away. "So… um, how much is this dress?" she asked hesitantly.

"8 million yen," the woman replied happily.

Haruhi fainted.

BlazinChen: Lol, Haruhi.

Hmm, so I guess this will be a 3 chaptered story then, lucky readers!

…You know what? I wanted to say something really important but I forgot what it was. Don't you hate when that happens? lol, maybe I'll remember when I start working on the final chapter. Until then, matta ne, minna!

Gambatte~!